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[This was bullocks. This was absolute bullocks. He felt like he'd stepped into a rerun of the bloody Xfactor or whatever it was. Reincarnation, memories from another life, nonsense. Absolute rubbish. Yet he couldn't stop dreaming about it. Every night it had happened. The girl in the water, pulling her out, some agony tight in his chest-- and-- incredible loneliness. Incredible grief. More than once he'd woken up in tears and so was running on as little sleep as possible.

So when he appears on the feed, he's looking haggard and cross. He's never been much for technology. He's also wanted to avoid touching this... supernatural disaster-- but he's exhausted all other possibilities short of going to therapy and if it is connected to this-- organization, maybe someone can give him a clue]

My name is Crowley. I'm looking for a missing girl, about eleven to fourteen. Shoulder length dirty-blonde or brunette hair, wearing a locket. Heart shaped. If anyone's seen her, or knows anything about her, let me know.

Or if anyone can tell me about the Bureau. The truth about the Bureau. Not the interdimensional whatever it is. How prevalent are they? How prevalent are 'we'? Is anyone doing any sort of investigating at all?

[and while he knew it wasn't a good idea to question so openly on their own network, he needed information. And it would be interesting to see what they did with this threat, if anything.]

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You wouldn't understand.

[ And he didn't want to talk about it. Oddly enough... he had only spoken of those memories to Mr. Fell and that seemed right some how. ]

You talk about it on the network?

[ He picked his phone out of his pocket and waved it in the air like a tease. ]

I could just go see what you said.

Tell me anyway.

[he's not afraid of it being on the network. If he was he wouldn't have shared it. Anthony could read it and take his own thoughts on it]

I need to know.

Missing girl and pulling her out of the water? So you saw this girl, you have no idea who she was, and you rescued her?

[ Sounded like a very simple sort of memory, not like the one he had ended up with... or the other one with Mr. Fell that some how seemed even more personal. ]

No, she was dead. Three days dead in the water. And I went in the water to get her. [and he knew Anthony knew how he felt about water. He wouldn't even go out to wade normally.]

Tell me, Anthony.

[ He did know how Alec felt about water... He vividly recalled the great wading pool freak out though there might have been other factors at play then.

There hadn't been a dead girl. That was an amazingly sobering thought. He was sorry that he had brought it up at all. He couldn't say he was sorry but, he could be a little more forthcoming. ]

It was probably just a remembered story that felt vivid... I was the serpent in the garden. I slithered over to Eve and got her to eat that apple.

Fine. Don't tell me. [he couldn't even believe that. Couldn't even believe to begin that. It wasn't a memory it was a fairy tale. But fine. He never expected to get a straight answer out of him anyway]

I don't like it, this thing. It's too surreal. Too bizarre. Like I've stepped into Twilight or wherever that is. [he rubbed his stomach absently under the table, feeling the acid build up and knowing he wasn't likely to get any sleep tonight either]

I'm glad I came to watch your back. [because he didn't trust Anthony to watch his own.]

[ See! What the Hell! He could be perfectly honest and straight with his cousin and nothing he said would be believed! ]

Zone. Twilight Zone.

And I'm not. I don't need anyone watching my back. I'm doing perfectly fine here! You're the one looking like shit.

[ Something that was actually concerning... ]

You sick?

[they weren't even religious! How could he believe it? And if it was some weird kink thing he didn't even want to know]

You're never fine anywhere for long. [he's seen who you're falling in with. It's invariably the wrong crowd.]

Ulcer. Nothing to worry about. It'll go away on its own.

[he hoped]

Tell me about your life here at least. Where are you staying? What are you doing with yourself?

[ Speak for yourself! His side of the family was, especially mom... God Lord, if she had any idea what his memory had been! It was probably a good thing he hadn't been believed. ]

Do they go away on their own? Don't you have to diet, eat right... give up coffee, that sort of thing?

[ What did he know really, he had never had one. ]

I have an apartment out in the Bronx. It's one of those refurbished places, brand new everything. And I'm the Director of Living Collections at the New York Botanical Garden.

[ Which he said with a smile as there was no way such a grand title could be found wanting! ]

Met a girl about five years ago. I wrote home about her. Grace. We've been dating steadily since then.

[ And no one could find anything terrible to say about Grace! She was practically a saint. So... memories aside, the report home ought to be a good one. Nothing to worry anyone about. ]

What about you? Last I heard you were a teacher?

[fair. He tends to avoid that side of the family. Mostly since they usually only call him about Anthony.]

Sure.

[or at least he was hoping that's how ulcers work. He drank his cold sludgy coffee as Anthony talked and regretted it. It seemed that Anthony really did have his life together. A girlfriend, too, that was a new one. Especially the dating steadily.

So what the hell was he doing here?

Nevermind. He was glad he was. The twilight zone was one thing and Fell was another. If he believed in divine intervention, which he didn't, he might believe he came at the right time to stop it all from falling apart]

Nothing's changed. Except being in this bloody city. [a faint smirk]

You've actually done something for yourself.

[he looked away]

God, I hate compliments. Why do people have to compliment each other? Isn't it enough to just be told when you screwed up?

[which is to say he's proud of you]

[ He had hoped for that. An A+ on his report card, a good job you haven't screwed anything up... why then did the compliment leave him feeling restless? ]

You're teaching in New York?

[ So he was staying!?!? ]

Where are you living?

Yeah. Louis Armstrong Middle.

[it was awful but when had it ever been otherwise?]

Queens. It's a little studio flat. Not really worth the rent I pay for it, but... [a shrug. Living in New York was living in New York] Christ, though, you think they'd learn to make some decent coffee. This is America isn't it? They're practically iv'd up to the stuff.

You shouldn't go to a chain bagel shop. The best coffee can be found in little out of the way places.

[ Alec probably shouldn't have said IV. It did bring up all sorts of memories of terrifying moments when he wasn't sure if the idiot was going to live or die on him. ]

And what about the ticker? You have been looking after that better than the ulcer?

Like where?

[more sips of the disgusting coffee]

It's fine.

[still going anyway]

I'll make you a list.

[ Once he figured out which shops he would rather spend less time at. ]

So you got the surgery?

I said it's fine. Don't worry about it.

What do you mean its fine? It's fine I got the surgery, everything's good! Or I'm fine I want to tell you how to live your life but I don't want to hear the same thing from you?

I'm not telling you how to live your life. I'm just making sure you're not making a complete shite show of it. You think I want to be checking up on you all the bloody time? No. But I do, because that's what family does.

How is that different?!

[ Anthony rolled his eyes and flopped back in his chair. ]

You never did anything about it did you? Tch, you're the one who needs looking after.

I don't need anyone. I'm fine. Look. I'm sitting right here talking to you so lay off the hysterics.

[ He huffed but decided not to say any more about it for now. It wouldn't do any good anyway... He had always been stubborn. ]

So... where do we go from here?

I don't know. I never expected...this. [the memories he means. The dreams] How many are there? Do you know? And why? It feels so...real. Like I've lived it only I know I haven't. I don't understand.

I don't think it's some set number. No one's going to yell Bingo when they get to the end.

[ All of the rest of those questions left him as dumbfounded as his poor cousin unfortunately. ]

Apparently there is a group that meets now and then that is trying to work out those answers. Creepy, what's-his-name, would have told you about that?

I heard. But groups like that. [he makes a face] Sitting around telling your name and your ... problems. I don't see why it helps. I don't want to hear about theirs and mine are none of their business. [he has a feeling that he'll have to go sometime or another]

Fell seems to think it's legitimate...

[ Nevermind him if his ears perked up at Mr. Fell's name. ]

He can be convincing.

[ Anthony shouldn't ask, but he was curious... ]

What were your impressions of him?

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